"We shall…" Ibadon began, his voice cold and pricking on the hearts of the listeners.
"Wait, Regent," Imperial Guard Voldemort stepped forward to interject, causing a side glance from the others who took a deep breath.
They had all been waiting for someone to interject first, they didn't want to be the ones to break the ice. Thankfully, Imperial Guard Voldemort stepped forward and took the fall for everyone.
Ibadon glanced at Voldemort, his blue eyes showing a hint of annoyance.
"Regent, I've been receiving word that the lions are willing to trade our Empress for a worthy ransom.
I've been wondering why no one has talked about this?" Voldemort said.
Ibadon raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, and where have you been getting these rumors from?" Ibadon asked.
Instinctively, Voldemort wanted to open his mouth to respond but held himself back. What was he doing? He asked himself.
